Place to Be
Days the weather sits
In the endless sky
The Clouds drifting by.
The winter's snow
Summer's Heat.
Same street.
Nothing changes,
But the faces, the people
All the things they do.
'spite of heaven and hell
Or city hall,
Nothing's wiser than a moment.
No one's chance
Is simply changed by wishing,
Right or wrong.
What you do is how you get along,
What you did is all it ever means.
http://www.ayearofbeinghere.com/2013/12/robert-creeley-place-to-be.html
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Commentary,
final lines:
'What you did is all it ever means': no merit, happiness is not sourced from what I do, from adulation from others,
fifth stanza: avoid the thinking about the future
